Friday and I wake up to find my partner off to the physio, so I take my vitals, which are all good, have breakfast and then whizz round doing chores to tidy the house. My morning meds get taken and them I take a quick walk to the village chemist to pick up my months medications. This is prior to Monday, how quickly jab Monday come around. It means that from Sunday I will start taking prophylactic paracetamol to counter act the side effects of the jab. These tend to last two to three days and make me feel like a junkie doing cold turkey.

On my partners return we drive off to an art and garden centre. There are all sorts of small traders at this centre as well as the usual plant selling centre. What I had forgotten was that it has a model village. It at first looks impressive but on closer inspection it is clear that it is falling into disrepair, which is backed up by a notice that says “wanted, plasterers, renderers, and enthusiast to renovate the model village.”

After a quick whizz round the model village and the various craft and art shops we have lunch at the restaurant. The food is good and afterwards we return to the shops and buy the things that we had ear marked on the first round. With our bags full of pasties, diffusers, a tray and small bag we drive home, collect a paper and settle down to do the crosswords as the sun sets and the temperature drops to truly winter proportions. Every so often I check my phone to see if there is an update on how my poorly youngest grandson is doing, he is currently in hospital with an infection. So there are reasons to be concerned.

The evening sneaks up and so does the international rugby. Its going to be a full weekend of international rugby so I have a reasonably good idea about what I will be doing. Intertwined with the matches I shall be doing odd chores and doing life admin, like chasing the plumber and seeing if the local private hospital will consider me for the removal of my Dupuytren’s Contracture.